Fun-Times ~
About 6 months ago, one of my best friends, Cindy, asks me for a $200 check to pay for my bridesmaid dress. Cindy was getting married on Oct. 1. I was so barely pregnant at this point, I wasn’t really telling anyone until the doc confirmed all was good. Problem was, my due date was set for Sept. 30th – the day before Cindy’s big day. So I stalled a few weeks, avoiding Cindy and her request. But finally I had to break the news, I wasn’t going to be able to be a bridesmaid, and I’m not even sure I’ll make her wedding. It’s my first bitter-sweet motherly sacrifice.

So let me officially introduce you to my best friends – we were all on high school drill team together.

Cindy – dentist – the bride.
Kelly – recently engaged – buds since 1st grade.
Tara – world traveler (cruise ship showgirl). Moving back to New York soon.
Connie – lives in New York. Artsy. Her oil paintings hang in my home.

I'm 9 months pregnant, but that wasn't going to keep me from celebrating Cindy’s backelorette party last weekend. All of Cindy’s bridesmaids met at my house for a few pre-party drinks and a lingerie shower. Cindy specifically asked for skanky panties and we couldn’t let her down. We then walked over to Terrill’s for dinner and more drinks. (Well, they drank. Prego had water.) We walked back to my house and I played designated driver, dropping the buzzin’ bachelorettes off at Sense and Candleroom. Not sure what all happened at the clubs -- the details are a bit fuzzy, but I understand a good time was had by all. The group taxi-cabbed back to my place around 1.

Well, that wasn’t late enough for the two most drunk chicks – not going to name names but let’s just say Tran took Cindy home, Tara and prego mama watched a little TV, the other two stumbled up to the closest bar for more fun times.

So here’s where the story gets good. Close to 2am I played “mom” and called to see if they needed a ride home. It’s only 2 blocks away but hey, I was still up. The chicks had decided to walk back to Sense, which is easily 2 miles away, but they headed the wrong way and went south on Greenville. You DON’T walk south at 2am! You just DON’T. So I jumped in the Volvo, again very “mom-like”, and went searching for my drunk pals, who I found sitting on the curb about a ½ mile from home. I picked ‘em up, brought ‘em home and they crashed at my place. Fun-times!!!

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